Disclaimer
If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be writing FAN fiction, would I? Nope.
A Note From The Author
This is just random drabble about everyone's favourite pups, Sirius and Remus. Slash is implied. You've been warned, so if this sort of stuff bothers you, you don't have to read it. Otherwise, enjoy!
Senses
Sirius Black liked girls. In first year, he realized he liked how girls looked, with their long legs and shiny hair and smooth skin. In second year, he began to like the way they sounded: high, clear laughter and sweet voices. In third year, he noticed how girls smelled. He liked the way they smelled: of soap and shampoo, of perfume and lotion. In fourth year, he liked the way they felt, soft and warm, with small hands that fit neatly into his. In fifth year, he realized he liked the way they tasted; hot skin and sweet mouths that met his in a rush of excitement.
And in sixth year, he realized that he liked Remus Lupin.
No, he didn't like him, he loved him.
Sirius Black loved Remus Lupin. He loved his light brown hair, which fell just past his shoulders in soft, shiny waves, and his pale skin, despite the scars, both old and new. Oh, he loved those scars, too. He loved his low, quiet laugh that contained a feral joy that no one else had, and the way that once a month he would throw his head back and howl to the moon. He loved how he smelled of lemony soap and melted chocolate and night wind all at once, and yet of each distinctly. He loved the way Remus felt, pressed tight up against him under James' Cloak, or running beside him, as wolf and dog.
He wished he knew how Remus Lupin tasted.